People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. Jing Zetian and Xiao Dengzi have been busy since the morning, and their stomachs have long been empty.

Nirvana Restaurant, the name is the same as the name of Nirvana, which shows that this restaurant is very confident in its own strength. Jing Zetian had heard of this restaurant before, but he had never tasted the dishes of this restaurant, so he came here today to have a good meal, anyway, he has no money pressure now, and he can be extravagant.

In front of the door of the Fugui Restaurant, there is a one-person sculpture of Shenghua Tongbao copper coin standing in the open space in front of the door, and the sculpture is also brushed with golden dye, and a local tyrant spirit is undoubtedly revealed. It's meal time, and many people are heading towards the restaurant.

Jing Zetian took Xiao Dengzi and handed over the horse to the handyman in the restaurant, and then walked in. Jing Zetian looked at the scene inside the Fugui Restaurant curiously, the style of the Fugui Restaurant was completely different from the Qingfeng Building that Jing Zetian went to before. The decoration of Nirvana Restaurant deeply reflects the two words "luxury".

The mats made by the guests inside are all made of the fur of wild beasts, and the floor of the restaurant is also paved with smooth marble, Jing Zetian still faintly smells a faint fragrance, and his spirit is lifted, but he can't find the source of this fragrance.

Just as Jing Zetian was looking at his surroundings, a smiling face wearing orange greeted him.

"How many of you are you, guest officer?" With a smile on his face, the second child asked respectfully. Jing Zetian looked at the clothes he was wearing, and he felt that they were better than those worn by ordinary people.

"Both." Jing Zetian looked at the vacant seats around him and said.

"How about the two of you sitting in the hall on the first floor, the box on the second floor is full, and the first floor is relatively bright." Xiao Er said respectfully, for fear that Jing Zetian would not be willing to sit in the hall, he also deliberately added a sentence about the benefits of the hall.

"Hehe, okay, we don't pick the ground." Jing Zetian said with a smile.

Jing Zetian and Xiao Dengzi found a location near the window, and the sunlight outside shone into the restaurant through the white window screen, and the breeze blew in the window, constantly lifting and falling the window screen.

"Just order your signature dish here, just enough for the two of us." Jing Zetian commanded Xiao Er who was serving him.

"Little Dengzi, I will reward you with a good meal today, you have been busy these days." Jing Zetian quipped at Xiao Dengzi, who was sitting across from him. When he was outside, he allowed his personal attendants to eat at the same table with him.

"Little Er, I'll arrange a first-class box for Young Master Ben." Just as Jing Zetian and Xiao Deng Zi were talking, a loud voice came in at the door of the restaurant.

"This young master, the box in the restaurant is full, you might as well sit in the hall on the first floor, the environment here is also spacious." Xiao Er said with a smile to the owner of the voice.

Diners in the lobby on the first floor also turned their attention to the door. Jing Zetian is no exception.

A young master with a height of one meter seven, (in order to facilitate everyone's reading, I don't use rulers and zhang to express) with immature appearance, followed by four teenagers, but his height is particularly eye-catching among the group, of course, what is even more eye-catching is his loud voice just now.

"That's not good, I've had so many of my brothers come to you for dinner this time, and it would be too bad to sit in the hall." The leading boy said, his voice still unusually loud.

"That is, our eldest brother Yang's father is Yang Guangwu, the general of the Fu army, if you neglect him, your restaurant will not be opened." Another teenager said.

This group of teenagers, all of them proud, look like you have to solve it for us.

Xiao Er drooped his face in embarrassment at this time, and he was a little at a loss. Now this situation is no longer up to him, whoever comes here to dine is either rich or expensive, and he can't always drive out the guests in the box, this is beyond his ability.

Jing Zetian looked at the leading young man and found that this young man was somewhat familiar, and carefully recalled the identity of this person in his mind.

"Oh, it was him." Jing Zetian squinted his eyes and said to himself. He had already remembered who this man was.

"Yang Dazhuang, are you here to find trouble today?" Just when the situation was tense, a voice came from the box upstairs.

Everyone's eyes shifted to the upper floor, where a young man in a purple mink fur was coming down the stairs. The young man was handsome and relaxed, and he walked down the stairs without hurry, followed by a group of companions of similar age.

"Zhao Su, are you meddling in your affairs?" The tall boy clasped his arms to his chest and said lightly. Apparently I also know the purple fur boy.

"This restaurant is owned by my family, don't you know this?" The purple fur boy said calmly.

"Cut, it's a disappointment, I've run into you annoying guy everywhere." The tall boy's tone was not good, and it seemed that he had ambivalence about this purple-furred boy.

The diners in the restaurant, who knew the identities of these teenagers, all quietly focused on their own food, for fear of getting into trouble, and the remaining diners who didn't know the situation still secretly looked here.

"Taixue just arrived on his holiday, and you came to my store to make trouble, what is your intention?" The purple boy said in a suddenly heavier tone.

"Whoever made trouble, which restaurant I Yang Zhanfei went to eat, it's all like this, it doesn't matter whose restaurant you are." The tall boy said in a loud voice again. Obviously very dissatisfied with the words of the purple fur boy.

"Yes, yes, you Yang Dazhuang except for being like a puppy when you were doing research in Taixue, in Hua'an City, who doesn't know that you are a tyrant, everyone says yes." The purple fur boy said disdainfully.

"Yes, Yang Dazhuang is a typical brave and unscrupulous"

"Yes, a reckless man with no force." The purple-furred boy's companion also coaxed.

"You, hmph, are you looking for a beating?" The tall boy said angrily, his voice became louder, and the companion next to him also faintly clenched his fists when he heard his words.

"Cut, who is afraid of whom, brothers, this Yang Dazhuang, relying on his strong physique, has not been less troublesome to us, there are many of us today, give Yang Dazhuang a lesson." The purple fur boy also changed his personable appearance, and also shouted for his companions to fight with the tall boy.

At this moment, the diners, experienced ones, have secretly left the restaurant, but the shopkeeper is calm, still standing at the counter and writing and writing, ignoring the diners who left without giving the money. The people in the box on the second floor love to watch the lively, and when they heard the sound outside, they all came out of the box and stood in the corridor on the second floor to look at the scene below.

At this moment, there were very few diners on the first floor, Jing Zetian was sitting by the window, far away from the 'battlefield' where the war was about to start, and he was not worried, and continued to eat the dishes on the table with the small stool.